Hanging out with Hilary Devey...

Oh it's just been another *regular* week of hobnobbing with the celeb world, I tell you. I've been to London on a day conference, and happened to meet HILARY DEVEY, from TV's Dragons Den fame and got a free copy of her 'Bold as Brass' book signed. Lovely lady and very inspirational.

Me and my new Bezzie mate Hilary. I'll wait for your call, Hilary!

'To Katie' That's me!

She had one of those 'hang on a a minute, I've had an idea and I can't believe no one else is doing it already' moments. Unlike many other people who might think 'oh this idea is SO obvious that there MUST be a reason that no one is doing it already' Hilary actually looked into it and built her haulage business from nothing. She wasn't born into a rich family, she didn't have a wealthy husband, she was a single mother with a nerve of steel and a vision.

It was pretty inspiring to meet her. Thank you London.

In other news, I always love going down to London, but I sure love leaving it again to come back to beautiful Yorkshire. I find London so stressful, I know my way around (roughly) but it's the tourists that drive me MAD. Yes, I understand that London NEEDS tourist to get by, but do they HAVE to spend so long at the top of the escalators wrestling with their suitcase handles? Do they not realise that by stopping suddenly at the top it causes the rest of us behind them to topple backwards like dominoes?

And why do the ticket barriers come as such a surprise to people? No, you're right, standing in front of the barrier is the perfect place to hunt for your ticket... I'll wait for you to figure it out because I have loads of time.

Plus, I was publicly humiliated because my new weekend bag got STUCK IN THE TICKET BARRIERS WAAAAAAAAAA and the ticket man was really slow to help me so everyone hated me in the queue behind and I just wanted to turn around and shout 'I'm here on business! I'm one of you but one that lives in the North!'

Anyway, a good time had by all (all of me anyway) and a swift gin-and-tonic-in-a-can sorted everything out on the way home. Thank you Gin.

YORKSHIRE! YORKSHIRE! YORKSHIRE!